Writing about food is not an easy thing to do. If we can refer to it as a “scene” for a moment; it is peppered with people like the vague-verb-police – you know, the ones who insist that describing something as beautiful or nice is next to useless as a description.
The over-reachers who think they have discovered a new way to depict a leaf of kale or, worse, avocados; those who write with impeccability, clearly in love with language; reviving words and phrases once lost to a by-gone age. And then, there is me.